The victim

Scathing words raking my soul. Every lie told was another festering wound drained for your personal pleasure. Spilling from your mouth like bleach, you cleansed your tarnished memory, taking away the last of my mind. You won’t be complete until I have questioned my own sanity.

A.J. Luna

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